Fire Steps

I crash down to the bottom of a mason jar
Reach all around and stroke the smooth glass
The lid’s not on, I see a star

There’s a little path in the dark woods of my heart
And it could take you right up to my love
But those last steps are all on fire

I lay down under the moonlight’s soft glow
Until a meteor falls and the jar is smashed to bits
I stand and clap, what a show

There’s this big, old oak tree at the foot of the stairs
It could take you right past those burning steps
If you could only reach its branches

I scrape my foot on a shard of glass and red
It burns and blisters like I’m climbing those steps
My heart locked, even to my head